let me take it in the morning
as sleep is wrenched free from magic and dreams spill away
when my fingers go seeking, dark around the moon hells
and the sift calamity around the air in your kiss
watch with smug freshly shampoo’d dig
can you tell the distance between the under door and beyond?
A giraffe at the window, staring through the blinds
Bees in the mailbox, trying to escape the flapping junkmail
Beneath the basement, a loud squealing, won’t go away
A creature that fell through the cracks of a scalding nightmare
Into the floor, seeping through every layer
Feed it hemlock, but it won’t go quiet
He who drops a cell onto a moving floor
Will find a young boy’s poor mother, dead at his feet
With a neat handful of blood, seeping onto a well-manicured lawn
take me in your palm, hide me there, in your wrist
keep me safe in your pulse and maybe one day
my wings may mend when you feel a life pulse change
and less of a seeping away
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
let me take it in the morning
as sleep is wrenched free from magic and dreams spill away
when my fingers go seeking, dark around the moon hells
and the sift calamity around the air in your kiss
watch with smug freshly shampoo’d dig
can you tell the distance between the under door and beyond?
A giraffe at the window, staring through the blinds
Bees in the mailbox, trying to escape the flapping junkmail
Beneath the basement, a loud squealing, won’t go away
A creature that fell through the cracks of a scalding nightmare
Into the floor, seeping through every layer
Feed it hemlock, but it won’t go quiet
He who drops a cell onto a moving floor
Will find a young boy’s poor mother, dead at his feet
With a neat handful of blood, seeping onto a well-manicured lawn
take me in your palm, hide me there, in your wrist
keep me safe in your pulse and maybe one day
my wings may mend when you feel a life pulse change
and less of a seeping away
